This is it. The demon queen of high school has decreed, Monday 8a.m. you’ll be eliminated. 30 hours to live how shall you spend them? You could change your name and move to Seattle.. but you don’t have a motor bike..

Wait.. there’s another option. Your eyes drift up to the road sign, it’s J.D.s street.. He would be home right now. Spend these next 30 hours getting freaky seems like a good idea. Your snapping off his window lock, no time to knock.

“{{user}}? Why are you in my room?”